Under the deep blue night sky, the faint stars were hidden in the gray clouds, as if shrouded in a thin veil.

Only the incarnation of the goddess of the moon, Su Lun, a silver moon embedded in the gray white cloud layer, stared at the Io continent unchanged.

Of course, the dim starlight is of particular concern except for those temple priests or astrologers.

Most of the commoners, nobles, and adventurers are still immersed in the warmth of the family, the banquets, and the stove tavern, and the most ordinary emotions are noisy.

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The capital of freedom, Karando, a seaside city on the eastern shore of the Western Continent, is also lit up at this time.

In particular, the crowds in the trade area and the aristocratic area are rubbing shoulders and crowds.

Countless horse-drawn carriages on the King's Road galloped along the road, their hooves flying as if to catch up with the next dinner party of the nobles.

The arrival of merchants from all over the continent brought countless gold coins to the city, which was blessed by the Church of the Goddess of Wealth, and also brought prosperity and vitality.

The dock area is also crowded with dock workers who carry goods overnight, sweating and looking hot.

All because the priest of Talos, the god of storms, had come here the other day to warn.

There will be a storm at sea, which may sweep through this harbor, so they need to prepare for it.

Faced with the admonition of the priest of the storm god Taros, these sea merchants who dared not believe it all paid several times the usual price.

They hired coolies to work overtime to move cargo overnight and then dock their ships in a less affected part of the storm to avoid property damage.

But there is light, and naturally there is darkness.

If you talk about the cemetery in the civilian area, you may also meet the thieves and corpse thieves hired by mages and warlocks to steal corpses at night.

And the aristocratic district, the cemetery, which has a strict patrol guard, can be said to be near where there is not even the sound of dogs barking.

The silence was terrible, and the only source of light was a nondescript hut with lights on.

But the dim candlelight peeked through the hut, illuminating less than three feet of soft dirt and the pale, ornate tombstone near the edge of the hut.

If you get closer, you will faintly see two faint and distorted figures through the glass window.

The sound of conversation inside can also be heard.

"Where's the goods this time, let's take a look!"

An old hoarse voice came from the hut, if there were nobles who often went to the cemetery to worship the dead.

I must be able to hear this voice as the caretaker who came to the cemetery half a year ago, George Norton.

An old man with white hair, half of his body almost in the ground, usually coughing constantly, blue eyes with obvious Talgan characteristics, and looking sick.

The next day, the news of his death came, and I am afraid that no one in the entire aristocratic district would be surprised.

But George Norton was perfectly normal at the cemetery, after all, he was the caretaker of the cemetery.

The other figure is after hearing George Norton's words.

There was some hesitation, but a closed barrel was brought out from underneath.

George Norton suddenly had a bad guess in his heart, and his already somewhat sick expression was now with a hint of fear.

After seeing the barrel being opened by the person in front of him, wisps of white gas came out of the mouth of the barrel.

His face suddenly became a little angry, and he looked at the black-robed man in front of him with a sharp voice.

"White Dragon Egg! Three times! Why is it still this damn White Dragon Egg!"

The barrel contained a one-foot-tall white dragon egg with ice blue veins, and the body of the egg exuded a cold air.

Needless to say, it is the dragon egg of the white dragon.

"They're simply the worst quality materials, none of them will survive a round, and you're wasting months of my time, as well as precious materials!"

His cloudy blue eyes looked at the mysterious man in front of him in a black robe, covering his face, and questioned loudly, as if he wanted an explanation.

"George, you know, I almost exposed how much risk I brought last time, I really can't be exposed anymore recently, and that's all I can steal. ”

"Besides, the white dragon egg is also a real dragon, isn't it? I didn't break the agreement between you and me. ”

The mysterious man spread his hands, signaling that he was a little powerless.

He understood that the old man in front of him had already paid a lot for the forbidden technique.

However, he is also very rational and clearly knows that he is not less than him.

It's just not as miserable as him.

Ever since the lava dragon attacked Karandu, he had been almost divined by the Patriarchs of the Temple who lived in Karandu and the Archmages atop the White Tower.

Had it not been for his timely plea for help from Leila, the god of deception and illusion whom he worshipped, he would have been burned at the stake to appease the wrath of the crowd.

But he also paid enough price, he who has reached the seventh order [transcendental] in his professional level, and his soul after death will always belong to Leila and serve her.

"But, after the damn white dragon egg is injected with the potion I developed, the probability of hatching is even lower than that of other true dragon species, not to mention that there are two subsequent steps. ”

"The probability of success is extremely low, less than two percent. ”

The probability was almost zero, but it attracted him like a deadly poison.

It's like drawing a card, you know you can't draw it, but you still have to draw it.

"Edward, you know, I'm running out of time, and if we don't succeed in the last few years, we may have to meet again in the River Styx. ”

The voice of the old man George had turned into a pleading, and he looked at his old friend in front of him, Edward Henry, with a prayerful gesture.

Delusional that he can show a miracle and exchange the white dragon egg in front of him for other dragon species, whatever is fine, as long as it is not a white dragon.

"Isn't that one percent, maybe it will be successful!"

"George, Lady Lucky is smiling, isn't she?"

Edward Henry smiled and made a joke, but when he saw George Norton, who was still sad, he finally sighed.

"Next time, I heard that the blue dragons of the Surreil Desert are restless, and the merchant has hired a group of professionals to deal with them, which is also a good opportunity to fish in troubled waters. ”

"Maybe I can bring you the eggs of the blue dragon, and you will use them until you die. ”

"I hope so!"

The old man also sighed, put on his gloves, took out the dragon egg that was placed in the zero-degree environment from the barrel, and then said to the old friend in front of him.

"Let's go! I hope I'll hear good news from you a few days early next month. ”

"Now, I'm going to face my despair. ”

"Good luck, tonight, the goddess of the moon will bless you. ”

Edward Henry looked at the old man who had left his seat with the dragon egg in his arms, and recited the blessings commonly used by humans in the continent of Io.

Then he stepped out of the dimly lit hut, straightened his clothes, took a deep breath, and walked out into the darkness.

After a few hours, the lights in the distance dimmed a little.

The old man who walked out of the basement of the hut walked out of the cemetery with a black bag containing the shell of a broken dragon egg, and walked out of the cemetery with a blank face and walked to the nearest sewer mouth.

Undoubtedly, failed again.

Lady Luck's dice didn't roll twenty points.

I couldn't even keep the egg, so it exploded directly.

However, he had already been mentally prepared, and directly threw the dragon shell into the sewer opening, and washed it down with the current, and naturally there were creatures that would help him deal with the wreckage.

Transplantation of basal vessels, human dragonization.

It was only a piece of paper away from him, but this piece of paper was a barrier that he could never break.

Hopefully, the Moon Goddess will really protect herself, after all, he has always adhered to the code in his heart, and only uses five-colored dragons and other evil xenomorph dragon eggs.

Never used a metal dragon egg.

Like a ghost, the rickety figure slowly returned to the hut, and tonight, he was still with the spirits of the dead under the tombstones.

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Sewer.

Broken Toe Kaz is known for its unique four toes with the Kaz clan.

Today, it was its turn to lead its ten goblin guards to patrol the perimeter of the clan to prevent the vile and ugly kobolds from sneaking up or raiding among their kind.

But it's mostly the former, and lately the kobolds seem to have gone mad, and it's easy for lone goblins to swarm around and take back to the tribe to eat.

You know, they used to kill goblins, but they didn't bring them back, and they were obviously a little hungry.

Perhaps their tribe has added a lot of population, so it will have to work hard for the prosperity of the clan when it returns.

It's not going to go on like this.

Severed Toe Kaz thought absent-mindedly until around the corner, a light appeared in his field of vision and caught his attention.

Look, what is this, a copper coin of yellow and clear.

Broken Toe Kaz was a little amused, and led the goblin around the corner, a little off the patrol route, but it felt it was worth it for a copper coin.

After all, the purchasing power of this thing in the ground is still quite sufficient, and many intelligent races are willing to trade with them with food, not for use, but to give tribute to the black dragons in their territory.

After all, the black dragon's favorite thing is the coin.

Severetoe Kaz led the ten goblins around the corner and picked up the copper coin.

Just wanted to go back, and the corner of his eye uncontrollably saw ahead, another bright, yellow copper coin.

Today, is it a lucky day for me to break my toe?

Severed Toe Kaz, who has an elite goblin body, is a little happy.

It seems that it will be its turn to pick up money, and then all the goblins in the clan will probably be extremely envious of its luck.

It's the true God's Goblin.

Severetoe Kaz stepped forward to pick up the coin, its eyes narrowed into slits, and it was still looking around, trying to see if any fish had slipped through the net.

Sure enough, there was another one in front of it, and it also emitted a color that was not used for the previous copper coin, and the silver light was shining.

The gods are on top!

Severetoe Kaz had been carried away by the great surprise, and was too busy to lead the ten men behind him to pick up the silver coin.

It was incredibly grateful to the priest for getting the duty schedule for today, otherwise it would all have to go into the hands of that damn Sharp-Eyed Kaz.

Praise be to the gods!

Severetoe Kaz threw himself on the ground and picked up the silver coin.

But just as it was about to get up, it suddenly noticed that a group of black shadows suddenly appeared in the corner in front of it, enveloping the area.

Densely packed with goblins, and there are three elite goblins among them.

Damn, it's the green-skinned cub of the Galak clan, a trap!

No matter how stupid Broken Toe Kaz is, he knows that he has been tricked, and he is busy trying to turn back and run.

Then, at the corner of another part of the corridor, a dark shadow appeared.

It wasn't tall, but it had slightly open wings, sharp foreheads, sharp claws, and thick black scales.

This is......

Severed Toe Kaz's mind crossed countless images, and he struggled to spit two syllables out of his mouth.

Real Dragon!

A real dragon, along with the goblins, is blocking their path!

The gods are above! I didn't dream!

Broken Toe Kaz shouted in his heart, looking at the real dragon approaching step by step, trembling, not even daring to move.

The other goblins under his command could not withstand the [Budding Dragon's Deterrent] released by Gordon for a long time, their legs were weak on the ground, and there were even yellow urine stains leaking from under their crotch.

For a time, this eleven-person monster team was full of ugliness.

After Gordon had the blessing of the effect of the title of [Lord of Galac], most of the ordinary goblins, who were weaker in body, could not hold on to it under the power of the dragon.

This Gordon had been experimented with by the Galak clan yesterday.

Today's everything, it is not unexpected.

"Stun them. ”

The cold and coarse lingua franca sounded in the corridor, and the goblins of the Galak clan who heard the words were all right, knocking out the goblins of the Kaz clan one by one, and then tying them up with the ropes they carried with them.

Gordon knew that before the sacrifice fell, these elite goblins could rebel at any time, and in order to avoid chaos, it chose to be on the safe side.

After the stun, there is no place for these goblins in its plan anyway.

In a few moments, the goblins were tied up and unconscious.

"Take it away. ”

Gordon commanded.

Eleven unconscious goblins were then placed in the prepared place of captivity.

And the original corridor was silent again.

As before, at the corner of the corridor.

Hanging upside down in the shadow at the top, Gordon waited silently, like a black stone statue.

Below it, in the middle of the field of vision, is a yellow copper coin.

Lying quietly on the smelly mossy slate, waiting.

The next lucky one......